Blackfeather Woods [m] i've known everything but this

He gave her no words, no words. Maegi was perfectly content with Mou's quiet nature—she loved him for it—but she needed to know. She needed him to explain this to her, because right now, she felt like she was stumbling through the forest, blind and deaf. She had no notion of what to expect, of what to do. She was someone who craved knowledge at every turn, and the absence of it was terrifying.

But then he approached and began to touch her, and. . . She felt something she hadn't before. The nausea increased, but again, in a good way; her stomach began to turn slowly upon itself, and she felt a tightening between her hindquarters that seemed—strange? But good? Yes, very good, and she let out a sound that was almost a purr, eyes fluttering half-shut.

So you know what to do, Maegi murmured, less a question than a hazy realization. A smile had seeped slowly over her muzzle, curved slyly at the corners. You'll—you'll show me what to do. Okay. That's fine. I trust you. And she did, too, and let herself relax, believing that he had only her best interests at heart.

It was exhilarating, throwing wide open the doors of her body and soul. She'd never done it for anyone else before, and she might not ever do it for anyone else again.